Completely different. I’m there to let him have some exercise and a poop. He’s there to smell the neighborhood.
In careful, thorough, leisurely detail. Missing nothing. Every goddam bush. Occasionally making marginal notes. Sometimes indulging in a vociferous retort. Clearly for Tobie it’s not just a scent, it’s a conversation.
And that’s fine, to a point. But I often ask him if he couldn’t just skim the summary and download the dissertation for later, on his own time.
I haven’t seen Zelda in the comments for quite a while but I thought about her this morning. I had to cut back some bushes from the driveway, the same kind that sent me back to childhood asthma in May and June…
And I remembered that episode and chose not to repeat it in a way I like to think she would have approved.
Haha! I can relate! Having recently retired I had to find something to continue routine and exercise and took to walking 3+ miles every morning. With 2 dogs. The gurl takes maybe 1minute of time in the walk doing her business… the dog costs me about 5min. He has had one UTI so I do give him time to uh… Read the message, get the appropriate stance and deliver the reply… It’s funny. And sometimes I make it brief or a hard pass but totally get it!
Dogs, will be dogs, Joel. 🙂 I’m glad to see you using all the PPE for dealing with the bushes. That whole, “I don’t need the safety stuff, I can handle it” thing is not only silly, but dangerous when you are hours away from help.